Just more words ....

I’m suspended in quiet air,
slowly falling, slowly worn,
the rug pulled gently underneath me,
like a fading dream at dawn.
I’m under water, muted,
wrapped in the hush below,
and sorrow leans in softly,
with nowhere else to go.
It kisses without questions,
without asking me to stay
just a tender kind of aching
that drifts me through the gray.